The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 148

~DAMON~

“You son of a b***h!” Atticus roars as he launches for my throat.

I moved away before he could grab me. He eventually grips my shirt and pulls me towards him. “How dare you touch her?” He demands. “She’s our sister!”

I winced at his tone. She may be a sister to him, but she never was one to me. I had so much love for Clarissa and it was not the same kind that my family had for her.

“I’m not going to apologize for loving her,” I shout. “I love her. I realized it too f*****g late, and I won’t keep denying it anymore. It was too painful for Clarissa and also for me. I’m not letting go of her. I don’t care if you want to beat me the f**k up. Go right ahead. I’ll gladly let you.”

“This can’t be happening.” My mother gasps as she leans against my father for support. I didn’t want to do this to them. I knew the effect it would have on all of us. But Clarissa was worth it.

“You should know better than touching her. She’s innocent. She doesn’t know what she f*****g wants!” Atticus roars. “How can you even see her as someone other than a sister? You’ve taken care of her more than any of us here. Was that your ill intention all along? Did you always want her? Since the beginning?”

from my shirt. My attention falls on Dante. He had a soulless gaze on

He was the one I was most worried

ever thought about your family and the impact something like this would have on us? People are waiting

but I could see the displeasure

you will leave Clarissa alone

him dead in the eye

and I touch my lips to feel blood. I clench my jaw and wipe it away. If he

arm to prevent

your brother. If you hurt

and you let it happen. You didn’t just let it happen; you kept the truth from me. I’ve been nothing but honest with you recently, but somehow you’re constantly lying

him say that. I knew he was just angry;

and it’s always been, Damon. She’s been in love with him for a long time Atticus. She knew long before Damon knew. Doesn’t this remind you of us

supposed to treat Clarissa like a sister. He was never supposed to touch her inappropriately or f*****g l**t after her. I saw how

this was going much worse than I expected it to go. Dante still hasn’t said a word to me. Neither has Willow

kiss,” Griffin finally says. “When Anya was still alive, we were all playing that game. That wasn’t even

kiss,” I answer him. “Things have only recently changed between us. As I said, I’ve been running